2015 was a busy year for me, which saw the publication of both Memories of a […]
I love my readers! They’re who I write for and, without them, my stories would just […]
Justy Friedman was in her bedroom, getting ready for her first day back at high school after Thanksgiving break, when it started. One moment she was slipping into a cute little blue skirt she’d bought specifically for today, and the next she was rolling around on the floor, screaming at the top of her lungs.
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